Redhawk Caldera Damocles

Fin was quiet as the male elaborated. She had personally never been one for really thinking through tactics. Certainly she had tricks up her sleeve and she knew how to handle herself in a fight or when approaching one, but she had never really consciously planned out her moves on this level when she'd been younger and getting herself into trouble as though her livelihood depended on it. Quixote's comments were good ones, and though she was aware that she ought to be trying to work with him to devise a plan, her head was elsewhere, leaving only her heart behind to steer.

"Have you ever had to put your skills to use before this stage of a fight before?" Fin asked, "Like... before the decision to fight is made? Or do you just come in after?" She knew that many in her pack did not agree with her on the need to fight. Most days, she was confident in that being what needed to be done. But every once in a while, she doubted, and those moments were growing more and more frequent the closer they got to it.